Good to Look on Her

In the early hours of morning when she's laying close beside

And the only trace of yesterday's the sleep caught in my eyes

When I run my heavy hands along the contours of her waist

And watch the dawn-light gather on her shoulders and her face

When warm with sleep and free of thought she turns and softly purrs

In the early hours of morning, god, it's good to look on her

In the brightness of the daylight when the city opens wide

And wandering through the endless streets is all we have in mind

When passing markets full of fruit that ripen in the aisles

She doubles over laughing as her hair falls in her eyes

And looking to the wide glass panes i see I laugh as pure